Ain’t it the truth.
It’s like this:
Behind door number one: bachelorette Ms. Helen Thomas; behind door number two: bachelorette Ms. Rosie O’Donnell; behind door number three, a ravenous, fourteen foot, man-eating tiger.
Yeah, I’m leaning toward #3 too, but I’m going to have to think about it some more.
You know what they say about big women: shade in the summer, heat in the winter.
And older women are ... grateful.
Being eaten alive might not be that bad. Maybe he’d bite my head off first. His breath can’t be as bad as the other two.
Maybe she could change? No, no way in .... what about just not opening any of the doors? What if they ALL came out?